Carli POV
“I told you I could get home on my own. Am I not even f*****g allowed to hang out with my best friend now?”
“Carli,” Parker sighs, pushing his overgrown curls out of his face. If I didn’t like his face so much, I’d punch him right in his perfectly straight nose, but I know eventually I won’t be so pissed at the prick and I like his nose the way it is. I decided to stomp on his giant foot instead before walking off towards my bike.
“Come on, Simmy,” I yelled back at my friend, hoping she would follow me without me having to look back.
To my frustration, Parker’s the one who comes following after me, grabbing me around my waist and hoisting me over his shoulder. I yell and scream in protest, punching his back, but he just spanks my ass and walks towards his truck, tossing me
